Their romance was that of a young girl’s dream- love letters, candle light, tenderness and many midnight rendez-vous. Swooning under the moonlight, she tied their dreams, side by side amongst the stars. Their heads…

Even without color there is still the scent of rose. photo: Roses growing wildly outside.

             When the urn was younger she did what was expected of her. She stood outside and held plants. More often than not the people passing by, praised the flowers that grew from the plants she…

                                                (Photo: A detail on a vintage 1920s illustration.) Blue has asked me to share in an interview. 1. Corey, you live in France.…

In our home there is a hodge podge wall made up of mix-n-match stones. These stones are stacked together with dirt, and have stayed in place for over three hundred years. The other walls in the house have been covered…

                She knew, she knew, she knew….aim at what you want. She took her desire and her fear, like a bow and arrow, and aimed at the stone. Pulling back the bow string she let…